Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ossler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Names. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.